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Monthly Archives: January 2013

I found this email in my inbox three weeks ago. This followed the bizarre death of my best friend Morgan. Her parents have driven themselves away from society because of what they saw that night. The clownfaced killer is what … Continue reading →

Hello! My friend,Gillian, and I, Madison, are making this Creepypasta. This is our first one, we don’t really know anything about making Creepypastas, so we don’t know if you’ll like it or not. Any comments or advice will be appreciated. … Continue reading →

I don’t miss a lot of school because I hate having to catch up with the work, especially English class work. But sometimes I get sick of it and take a day off, like Monday last week. I’m so glad … Continue reading →

For the longest time, I’ve had trouble sleeping. Sure it’s fairly common to come across people who also have difficulty falling asleep, who don’t sleep enough, these normal conditions. But in my case, it’s much more frightening. Because of what … Continue reading →

I got diagnosed with schizophrenia 5 months ago. Since then, they;ve been keeping me in a psychiatric institution without possibility of discharge. I have no family to go home to, so they probably decided they wanted to just keep me … Continue reading →

I use a nail clipper. You use a nail clipper. Everyone does, right? Well, I haven’t always used one. When I was little, my Dad used to tell me the only way to deal with long nails was to rip … Continue reading →

Most people can say they had a few abnormal or weird people in their family, like a weird uncle or cousin. Well, that’s nothing compared to my family. When I was a kid, a lot of my family members would … Continue reading →

You know how most elementary schools have class trips to different places and cities, educational trips? Yeah, well in eighth grade I had a rather fun and normal one, for the most part. We visited Toronto, the capital of Ontario, … Continue reading →

Little Mary couldn’t wait until she got her new mirror. Skipping around her black room she waited as her father dragged it up the stairs. “Here you go my little darling” victor stared down at his beautiful daughter and smiled … Continue reading →

I was always interested in flea markets as a kid. I love them still to this day but something weird happened there. It was a warm summer day it was 9:00 am and was ready to go to the flea … Continue reading →

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